After the garbage truck
Trundles away
Down the wet street
With our forgotten refuse
–
Calm and silence
Descends to the buildings and trees
To the empty streets
Slowing forgetting the sound of footfalls
–
Above from balcony balustrades
The citizens ignore all below
Cooking noodles
And faking orgasms
–
Into the night goes
The leftovers of our lives
Apple cores and used tampons
Down under the dominion of the driver
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Bourne upon his mechanical steed
To be buried, forgotten
Without a monument nor plinth
Every growing mountain of our wastefulness
–
A mountain that will stand
Long after we are gone
To remind our progeny
Of how we destroyed our beautiful sphere
